Pan smirked. "Alcohol, music, food, and bored gods," he said, "are the perfect recipe for fun. Or disaster. Or both. It's so lovely when they go hand in hand."

He built a s'more kebab of chocolate and marshmallow and held it carefully over the flames. "What have you been doing with yourself lately, Aeneas?" he asked. "If you aren't getting your rightful title on the regular."